Gomek at the St. Aug alligator farm

[#Drennn.]

I have personally known famous crocodiles, several of them, but Gomek takes the cake. I arrived a little late to see him the other day, because he was already dead and stuffed, although in return I was able to get close and pat him on the back, which I would not have done crazy when I was alive and he was almost five and a half meters tall, about one ton and 45 kilos of carcass of American rodent otter was roasted twice a week.

It was coincidence, to know him, because in reality I had no idea that he was going to find me. I was at that time in northern Florida, in the city of San Agustin in a downtown bar, where the bartender Scarlett O'Hara's Pub, seeing me browse my local guide observation of reptiles I suggested: "Why not You go to the Alligator Farm in South Beach? The crocs are fantastic. " I thought the farm alligators, with that name, was a turistada of improper ciborium someone who traced the footsteps of Chief Osceola and irreducible Seminoles and the old backlot of Distant Drums (1951), but I got curious. So after a while he was already in front of the facilities on the neighboring island of Anastasia, behind the lighthouse.

At the center, a huge park, is accessed by a building with Spanish mission air style El Alamo. I was uneasy see many posters with warnings ( "all animals bite") and a mode check out the crocodrile Crossing, consisting of an air route, with zip lines, above facilities crocodiles! The rules state that they can not enjoy this interesting offer "people under the influence of alcohol or drugs, or pregnant women" (nor anyone in their right mind, I add), you can not wear flip flops. I bought my ticket (pedestrian mode) without having them all with me and I accessed the incredible world of the saurians. "Do not run," warned a sign. I regretted not wearing Paul Hogan's knife.